Lyrics

(Verse 1) There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief (Verse 2) Businessmen, they come and drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of us here out on the line None of us know what it's worth, we don't know what it's worth (Verse 3) No reason to get excited The thief he kindly spokе There are too many hеre among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I we've been through it And this is not a phase, oh no So let us not fall falsely now The hour, is getting late oh it's getting late (Outro) All along the watchtower Princess, she kept the view All the women came and went Barefoot servants too And outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching The wind, began to howl To howl All along, the watchtower All along (x7) (Pause) All along (x3) The watchtower All along All along